Onion Layers

As I sit in class I always find myself writing down ideas that I would like to spend time that I do not have to expand on. I would like to expand on so many ideas that are brought up in class, but I like every college student does not have all the time in the world. Even though I would like to think I did. Anyway the idea that I has been in my mind for the past few days is the writer of our story. Who is the writer of our life story? What would people say about our life story?

My dad casually asked me over the Christmas break if I was planning on writing a book in my life time. I mean I would like to think that I can accomplish that dream by writing my own book. What would my book be like? Well that’s simple. It would be my life story. I like to think that I have experienced and accomplished a lot in my life time. things that I’m proud of, and thinks of course that I’m not proud of. But aren’t we all?

My life story would be a read that the reader would not want to put down. I as a person strive to live up to expectations, so I would want my book to be a best seller. But I want to say unforutnally but I am not really that sad about it, I have a very dark text to my story. Like we discussed in class today I have a dark sub text. I have had events happen to me that I do not want to talk about, but then at the same time I feel that they need to be talked about. I’m sure Bill and I are in the same boat. Which then makes me wonder, are his plays in some way his “darker text”. let’s admit some of his plays which I’ve said before are questionable. In MSND there is this awesome love triangle, or should we say love square (or some other fun shape, but due to the fact that I am an English major I don’t give two thoughts about math shapes). Each person is connected to someone. They are desire and yearn for each other and affection of each other. Did Bill have some secret lovers in his day? who were some of the sonnets written to? I mean it is only logical if he did have some other lovers to whom he wanted to be with at the time.
I think that his plays are some sort of autobiography to his life. Some plays are dark and have questionable plot lines, but then some others are beautiful and I wish that I was an actress in the play. Because then I could feel and understand the underlying meaning of them. Like every human being Bill and his plays have many many many meanings and layers. I came up with this little anaology to describe Bill. He and his plays are like onions. Onions have many many layers. And while “dealing” with an onion one can become very… “emotional” or not. I myself am indifferent about chopping onions, but once they start to mess with my eyes, I’m out. Same with Bill. Once he gets to me, I have to be done for a little bit. I have to walk away and think about the only 2 pages that I had read and think about them in my life.

I must wrap up this blog as work is calling my name, but I will expand on this blog later in my timeless world. I hope this makes sense, and makes you think of something outside of the box. Until then my friends!